Detention: Students Vs. Staff

Night 2: Paternity Roulette

Most people can agree that after a long, hard day at school, the best feeling is to lay down and take a long nap. No teachers, no crowded hallways, and no one to make fun of the way you dress. Just you, a pillow, and a warm blanket draped on top. Not even a mountain of homework could separate you from that carefree feeling.

Thunderlane, for the most part, fully understood that feeling. While it was pretty easy for him to handle the workload of high school life, the past two days had been especially “long” and “hard” for him. Seriously, the mares at school were relentless! It was one thing to have to wrap his brain around the fact that a lot of the mares at school had stallionhoods, but it’s something else entirely when they all seemed to want a piece of him. His whole body ached from all the abuse he’d received, and all he could think about was his nice, warm bed.

Unfortunately, he would have to wait a little longer for that bed. Until then, he would have to settle for the back seat of Rainbow Dash’s car. While it was unexpected, he really did appreciate her giving him a lift. He was worried her view of him would be tarnished after their first meeting going the way it did, but this ride home from school showed how nice she could be. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like he left something important back at school...

Several minutes passed, and Thunderlane started to get confused as to why the car hadn’t stopped yet. His house wasn’t too far from the school, so it should’ve only taken a minute or so to get there. He wanted to look out the window to see why they were still on the road, but he was far too tired for that. The comfortable black seat lulled him into a false sense of security, reassuring him that everything would be alright. After some self-assurance, he realized this would be the first time Dash had ever been to his house, so it wasn’t far fetched she got a little lost.

Right after he completed that thought, he felt the car come to a grinding halt, signaling they reached their destination. He took that as a temporary wake up call and attempted to sit up from where he was lying, but his muscles were too tired. Seeing this, Gilda, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, got out of the car and opened the door next to his spot. He felt the rough, taloned hands of the griffon pull him carefully out of the car and into her grip. As Gilda started to walk towards the house, he heard Rainbow Dash get out of the car to walk with her.

“He’s a cute lil guy, ain’t he?” Gilda said, eliciting a chuckle from Rainbow Dash.

This kind of comment surprised Thunderlane more than anything. Aside from their beautiful bodies, these two were known around the school for their brash and boastful attitudes. They went out of their way, day-in and day-out, to flex their immense athletic prowess, so the chances of hearing that kind of tender remark from either of them were very slim. The fact he got to recieve that kind of sentiment from them made him feel safe. If they were going to be this nice to him, then surely nothing could go wrong.

It wasn’t until Rainbow Dash opened the front door of the house, however, that he realized how wrong he was.

The first red flag was the loud, thumping hip hop music in the background. His parents were never a fan of loud noise in the house, especially after a certain hour. Even if his parents were fine with music, no one in his house, not even his little brother, listened to this kind of music. It was at that moment he realized something; something so important he instantly felt like an idiot for dismissing it so quickly.

He never told either of them where he lived.

He felt himself being carried towards the source of the music as he tried to force his eyes open. His eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the intense light of this foreign house, so he was forced to rely solely on his hearing. He heard another door open in front of him, releasing the source of the noise to his unexpecting ears.

A rap beat was drowned out in the background of pained grunts and lustful moans roaring throughout the room. The heavy smell of sex filled his nostrils as he was carried in the room. He didn’t need his eyes to know he was brought right in the middle of an orgy! He hoped that he could go home and avoid all the sex and nonsense, not get thrown back into it!

He should’ve known better than to trust Rainbow Dash. he should’ve just powered through it and walked home. His bed was so close, and he let it slip away so easily!

His eyes were finally able to adjust to the light not too long after he entered the room, and he was surprised by the rest of its occupants. Filling what he could only assume to be Rainbow Dash’s bedroom were the faces of an all-star lineup of some of Ponyville High School’s best female athletes. Applejack, Lightning Dust, Spitfire, and Fleetfoot were scattered around the room with faces of varying pleasure. When you put them together with Rainbow Dash and Gilda, you have six of the best examples of fitness, athleticism, and sex appeal in the entire school.

When he looked a little lower, he stumbled upon a sight he was unfortunately starting to become accustomed to. Each and every one of those mares were packing rods that would put any stallion to shame. Stumbling upon so many mares like this made him seriously question what he was taught in sex ed all those years ago. He knew how the reproductive systems worked, but he wondered how many women actually had their respective equipment. With what experience he now had with mares, it became hard to imagine there were very many. He then looked even lower, and was given a sight he never would’ve expected.

Taking the four girthy marecocks were Soarin, Flash Sentry, And Dumb-Bell, three of Thunderlane’s best friends. When Ms. Sparkle told Tunderlane about his friends’ ‘extracurricular activities’, he was extremely skeptical, unwilling to hold any of it with a grain of salt. Seeing what he does now, however, he couldn’t deny her words any longer. They had turned into absolute cock hungry sluts.

Soarin’ was on all fours on Rainbow Dash’s bed, taking Applejack’s dick in his throat with little effort. He never thought anyone could suppress their gag reflex enough to take something that large, but Soarin’ was taking it like a champ, bobbing his head all the way up and down her length with a little sway in his hips. Applejack, meanwhile, just sat there, letting the boy work while her head hung back.

Dumb-Bell, however, looked like he needed a little more assistance. He was kneeling in the corner of the room with Fleetfoot, her hands wrapped around either side of his head as she pushed herself down his gullet. He seemed surprisingly well trained in the act, no obvious signs of discomfort on his face as his airway was obstructed. He just grabbed onto her supple flanks, using them as handlebars as she lightly rocked her hips back and forth against his face.

Lastly, there was Flash Sentry. As usual, he seemed to be getting more attention from the mares. Thunderlane always knew Flash was a little more of a social butterfly than all his other friends. He was always bending over backwards to kiss up to the girls in the school, but right now, he seemed to be a little preoccupied kissing something else.

Thunderlane didn’t take Flash for much of a musician, but right now, he looked like a master of the rusty trombone. He was kneeling down directly behind Lightning with his muzzle buried deep in her rear. He used one hand to spread her cheek and get his face deeper, while the other hand reached between her legs and stroked the underside of her length. While he was doing that, Spitfire was kneeling behind him, grinding her length into the small of his back. Thunderlane could hear her purr as she used his ass like a hot dog bun for her oversized sausage.

“Sup, Ladies! Hope you don’t mind I brought a guest!” Rainbow dash shouted, catching the attention of most of the room. Soarin, however, seemed a little too preoccupied with the cock in his mouth.

“Hey, ain’t that little feller yer friend?” Applejack asked, tapping him on the head.

Soarin finally took that as reason to pull off her crotch, and look towards the doorway. When he locked eyes with Thunderlane, his eyes went wide like saucers.

“Th-Thunderlane?!” Soarin stammered, his face quickly becoming red as a tomato.

Thunderlane hung his head as Soarin continued to stare. Even though he was unknowingly brought here, he still felt a tint of shame being involved. Sure, feeling ashamed about his sexual encounters around his friends was like preaching to the choir given the situation, but embarrassment still lingered.

“Oh yeah, that’s yer little virgin friend, ain’t it? Now what in the hay is he doing here?” Applejack questioned.

“Trust me, He’s not the ‘little virgin friend’ anymore.” Rainbow Dash boasted. “His ass cherry is well beyond popped, and the boy knows how to eat ass too~”

Applejack’s ears perked up at that last comment.

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes then!” she chirped, shooing Soarin off the bed as she rolls onto all fours, pointing her rear toward Thunderlane. “That last practice had me sweatin’ harder than a potbelly pig in July. Ya think you could help me clean up a tid bit, lil feller?”

Gilda adjusted her grip to give Thunderlane a full view of the sight on Rainbow Dash’s bed. Applejack was a much larger mare than the other athletes in the room, which was understandable. All the other girls in the room were involved in sports that heavily relied on speed and agility, such as track or soccer. Applejack, however, was the team captain of the Ponyville wrestling team, a title usually given to someone much stronger. Needless to say, she had much more meat on the bones than the other ladies. When you hear that description, it's easy to assume she's a little on the chunky side, but that's far from the truth. Sure, she has some fat to help mold her curvaceous figure, but her athletic body was on full display.

At this particular moment, said display was highlighting two quite shapely legs. For someone who spent their whole life on an apple farm, Applejack was more pear-shaped than anything. Her broad hips descended to a pair of deliciously sculpted thighs. A life of farm work did wonders to her physique, giving her legs muscle definition most athletes could only dream of. There was a rumor around the school that she could pull a tree from the ground by just kicking it, and looking at how toned her legs were, she undoubtedly could.

But, of course, the main attraction was her large posterior. Two chiseled glutes resting atop the finely sculpted legs that were only born from a lifetime of hard labor and training. She had the perfect foal-bearing hips, if she even had the equipment to take a foal. Reaching back the orange pony pulled her cheeks apart, revealing the glistening pucker nestled within, slick with sweat.

“Well? You don't wanna keep a girl waiting, do you?” Gilda asked, carrying him over to the foot of the bed, and right next to Applejack. Thunderlane had little time to react as he was dropped, the soft cushion for Dash’s bed taking the force of the fall. Having just woke up, it still took his groggy mind a little time to process the sudden change. By the time he got to his hands and knees, however, he felt Gilda’s sharp talon grab a fistfull of his hair. With power on her side, she swiftly pushed his face into Applejack’s rear, his muzzle quickly getting enveloped in the soft cushion.

As much as he wanted to fight his way out of his current position, he knew better this time around. All control had successfully been taken from him, so the best he could do was roll with the punches. That brought him to the task at hand, that being the ass smothering his face. If she wanted him to clean her, he was going to make her spotless.

He took a quick whiff, and realized just how daunting the task would be. Her musk was strong; just as strong as you would think a wrestler’s musk would be. He could smell every ounce of blood, sweat and tears she collected in her practice radiating from her body, making his eyes slightly water. He really did have his work cut out for him…

He took a deep breath, setting aside his inhibitions as he let his tongue slip free from his mouth. He felt Applejack shudder as it made contact with her skin, making circles around her tight pucker. He continued this action, making sure to catch as much sweat on his tongue as he could. As his tongue collected more of her sweat, he could now confirm that the apple farmer did not, in fact taste like apples. As a matter of fact, her taste was as strong as her scent; the salty taste of her potent sweat sticking to her tongue. As he started getting into the motions, he felt the grip on his mane loosen, Gilda obviously satisfied with his progress. Steeling his resolve, and realizing he wouldn't be freed until the earth pony was satisfied, Thunder took to the task at hand.

Having gotten the area all around her ring, the then made the plunge straight into the source; sticking his tongue straight out, he gently prodded at her tight ring. The instant he did that, Applejack's ass went from a soft, pillowy cushion to two hard slabs of metal on either side of his muzzle. He heard her moan out loud as his face felt like it was being encapsulated by her flesh.

“Yee-haw! Git on in there an’ give ‘er a good ol’ spitshine!” Applejack chirped, reaching back with her hand to put more pressure to the back of his head.

She eventually eased her tensing muscles, freeing Thunderlane’s muzzle from it’s prison. His face was extremely sore from the sudden pressure, but he found himself more amused than anything. He never would've thought she was this sensitive. Everything he did elicited some kind of response from the farm pony. Every lap at her taint made her shudder. Every prod at her ring made her squeal. It was little things like this that reminded him that while she had the power, he was still the one that would make her a panting mess.

“Now that he’s preoccupied, I doubt he’ll mind if we take a look back here…” Rainbow dash chirped, grabbing the back of his boxers and jeans with both hands. Paying no mind to buttons, zippers, or anything else holding the garment up, the rainbow pegasus yanked them down below his knees, nearly ripping them in the process. That action, however, made the whole crowd go silent. All the chatter ceased entirely as they stared at his rear.

“H-hey girls? Why’d y’all go quiet all of a sudden?” Applejack implored.

“U-uh, you might wanna come back here and see this…’ Rainbow Dash muttered.

Applejack loosened her grip on Thunderlane’s head and started crawling off the bed, apparently losing interest in the rimjob she was receiving in favor of whatever was happening behind them. Thunderlane, however, wasn’t too amused by all this random attention his ass was being given. Did something happen on the way over here? Before he could ponder for too long, he felt his body tense. A drop of sweat rolled down his face as he realized what they were looking at.

In an instant, he realized that he left something very important back at school.

He shuddered as he felt two fingers prod at his labia; the labia replacing his stallionhood Ms. Sparkle said she was going to put back on his body. He completely froze where he was as questions traveled through his brain a mile a minute, but one question seemed to linger longer than the rest.

Did she simply forget to change be back to a stallion, or did she lie about the infertility spell? The thought made him feel sick to his stomach. Ms. Sparkle specified from the beginning that pregnancy was the only way to make the gender-swapping spell permanent, so to lie about making herself infertile in an attempt to make him more willing is beyond cruel.

No, Ms. Sparkle wouldn’t do that. Thunderlane reassured himself, rational thought finally kicking in. She might have a pretty heavy dom streak, but she would never do anything that cruel. You know she cares about you.

Thunderlane took a deep breath to collect himself. While he was not in the clear, he was at least sure he could get his stallionhood back. He trusted Ms. Sparkle, and that he could still go back to his normal self. First, however, he needed to find a way to get out of here and back home unscathed.

“The hell? I swear I thought I saw he had dick yesterday...” Rainbow Dash blurted out, breaking Thunderlane’s train of thought.

“Well you said Ms. Sparkle did most of the plowing, right? You probably didn’t notice.” Gilda guessed.

“Yeah, but Ms. Sparkle kept talking about how much she wanted ‘his ass’ throughout the whole meeting!” Dash exclaimed.

“Just because she says she wants his ass doesn’t exclusively mean she’s talking about his asshole. That comment could mean anything.” Spitfire stated.

As they were arguing, Thunderlane felt the two fingers at his rear insert themselves inside his marehood. Thunderlane jumped at the intrusion, immediately flipping over and sitting on his rear. Since his hands were no longer holding him up, he used them to cover his now-exposed genitals. He knew it wouldn’t do anything to stop the mares’ predatory stares, but it at least gave him the illusion of control.

Now that he was turned around, he saw that Applejack was the one who was fingering him. She was squatted down closest to the bed with two fingers out, obviously still surprised by his sudden reaction. When he looked past the line of mares, he saw his friends’ reactions to all the commotion. As he expected, they were all in absolute shock. I mean, who wouldn’t be? They just found out, or they think they just found out, that one of their best friends had been lying about their gender for years. He could only imagine the kind of shock that must be rattling their minds…

That thought, however, was halted by Applejack’s sudden laughter.

“Aww, she’s bashful!” Applejack chuckled.

“Wait, did you just say ‘she’?” Lightning Dust asked confusedly.

“Well she ain’t a he, is she?” Applejack announced. “Ah always had a sneakin’ suspicion ‘bout her. A boy don’t usually have hips like those, an’ no good fer nothin’ stallion spends so much time avoidin’ ponies. Ponies don’t hide that much unless they’re hidin’ somethin’, and she was hidin’ the fact that she was, is, and always will be a mare!”

Thunderlane couldn’t help but blush after Applejack finished her rant. He always knew he was a little more feminine in appearance than the average stallion, but to think that people actually thought he was a mare! The thought was absurd, outlandish even! He had always used the colts’ locker rooms, bathrooms, and done nothing that he saw as out-of-the-ordinary for a stallion of his age. Why would anyone think he was a mare?

To his surprise, it seemed a lot of the other mares in the room shared the same view as Applejack. He looked around the room, and saw all of them nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, to be honest, I kinda had a sneaking suspicion. She never quite looked like a stallion, but I guess somepony might get confused. I doubt there are a lot of ponies that care enough to notice.” Lightning Dust said, breaking the short silence.

“What I don’t get is why she would want to hide it for so long. She’d probably be a lot less lonely with other mares as friends...” Fleetfoot added.

“She does it because she can,” Gilda interjected. “It’s like when my cousins up in Cloudsdale rob from ponies. They do it because they know they’re way stronger and faster than the average pegasus up there, so it’s way less likely they’d get caught.”

Rainbow Dash then snaps her fingers, silencing the discussion. “So what you’re saying is, if we want her to stop disguising herself as a stallion, we have to make it harder for her to get away with it?” she concluded.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what i’m saying. Did you have something in mind?” Gilda asked.

“Well, what is one of the most obvious giveaways that you’re looking at a mare?” Dash hinted.

That question made the other futa mares’ eyes light up as a mischievous grin was plastered on each of their faces. It seemed all of them were on the same page, which only served to scare Thunderlane. Rainbow Dash then made a b-line toward Thunderlane, stopping right in front of him at the foot of the bed. He gulped as she towered over him, asserting her dominance over the smaller stallion. To make matters worse, he was sitting at eye level with the mare’s gargantuan cock, already at full mast after such a short time. He could already tell where this was going, which made his heart skip a beat.

“Hey ladies, how would you feel about a quick game of paternity roulette?” Dash chanted.

“W-wait! What’s pa-MMRPH!”

Rainbow Dash quickly pulled one of her thigh high socks off and balled it up, shoving it in Thunderlane’s mouth before he could finish asking the question. The large piece of cloth strained his jaw, and was increasingly difficult to remove from his mouth. The sock, however, was just a distraction for what Rainbow Dash was really trying to do.

Thunderlane suddenly felt himself being pushed into the bed as Rainbow Dash held him down. His first instinct was to fight against this new pressure on top of him, but Dash was far too strong. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't push her off. She had him expertly pinned to the bed, seemingly without any effort.

“Grab some towels out of the bathroom! Let’s tie this little lady up!” Dash ordered. After a few towels were brought into the bedroom, the team got to work on binding him. They started by flipping him upside down so that he was resting on the back of his neck. They then tied one towel to each of his ankles and wrists, and tied the other ends to the two bed posts at the foot of the bed.

Thunderlane tried to struggle throughout the whole ordeal, but it was hopeless. There was just one of him against six of them, and that’s forgetting all their athletic backgrounds. Even if he got the help of his friends, it would’ve taken a miracle to free himself from his bindings. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a miracle.

The end result had him forced into a piledriver position by his binds. The towels around his ankles spread his legs almost painfully wide, showing what lay between them to everyone in the room. All of them seemed satisfied with their handiwork. All except one, that is.

“Damn, we forgot to take her shirt off...” Spitfire mumbled.

“It doesn’t matter. Not like it’s covering anything important.” Dash dismissed, kneeling down to test the binds on his wrists.

When Dash was done testing his restraints, she got her face right up into his ear. The feeling of her warm breath against his ear was enough to make his hairs stand on end as she held her head in place.

“Do you know what paternity roulette is?” she whispered in a seductive tone.

All Thunderlane could do was let out a muffled groan. His mouth was still stuffed with Dash’s wadded-up sock, making any other noise impossible.

“I’ll take that as a no. Well, the game is simple: all six of us are gonna cum inside your sweet, little pussy. All you have to do is get pregnant! Then, in nine months, when the baby is born, we’ll do a DNA test to see which one of us made you a mommy. So basically, whoever knocks you up tonight wins! Doesn’t that sound fun?” she instructed, her lustful tone burning into his skull.

Thunderlane felt like he was going to have a heart attack after hearing that description. Of all the things that could possibly happen tonight, why did it lead to this? What would other people think? Everypony in the school knew him as a stallion, how would they respond to that kind of curve-ball? How was he supposed to explain this kind of thing to his parents? All these questions danced around in his head, which only made this situation all the more stressful.

“Good! Glad to hear you’re on board!” she beamed, giving him a friendly tap on the cheek before standing back up.

“Alright, I’d say she’s ready!” Rainbow dash announced.

“Should there be any rules?” Spitfire asked.

“Yeah, but just two,” Dash affirmed. “First, we can only use her to finish. There are six of us, and we wanna make every drop of seed count. If we’re all thrusting inside her, more of the seed is gonna spill everywhere, giving an unfair advantage to whoever finishes last.”

“Ah, you’re only saying that cause you know you’re a quick shooter!” Lightning Dust barked.

“Shut the fuck up, Lightning.” Dash snapped back.

Thunderlane felt his eyes bulge out of his head at what he was witnessing. The thought the idea of him becoming pregnant was enough to scare the life out of him, but the fact that they were putting so much effort into this seemed to scare him more. They were setting up rules and trash talking each other like this was a game of backyard football to them. It made him wonder if they had done something like this before; a thought that he immediately wanted to throw out of his mind as soon as it showed up.

“Movin’ on… Ah reckon that’s why you flipped her upside down too?” Applejack questioned.

“Yeah, I wanna try filling her womb up like a big cum balloon. Plus, I think it’s important for our little mom-to-be to have an up close and personal view of her baby’s conception!” Dash joked.

“Also, second rule, we all only get one chance to cum inside her, so make it count!” Dash exclaimed. “Now, If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some ‘warming up’ to do...”

She finished that statement by walking back to the three boys, and grabbing a firm handful of Flash Sentry’s ass. He gasped at the sudden grope, only to feel her use her hold to pull him in closer, quickly forcing her tongue in his mouth as soon as his face was within distance. Thunderlane would've reeled back at the sudden intrusion, but Flash seemed to welcome it, letting the tongue snake around his mouth while his own tongue wrestled hers. While he was distracted, Lightning Dust sneaked up behind Flash and pushed two fingers up his tailhole. His surprised gasp was muffled by Rainbow Dash’s tongue, though he quickly recovered. While she worked his ass with one hand, Lightning Dust used her other to tug and squeeze Flash’s balls none too gently, smirking every time she made him groan or whimper.

He looked over to Soarin’, and saw he was already on his knees before Spitfire and Fleetfoot, jerking them off with one hand each. Their cocks and balls were drenched in his saliva, a telltale sign that his eager tongue had already been all over them. Soarin had the tip of Fleetfoot’s cock in his mouth, nursing it like a giant pacifier even as he jerked her off. Fleetfoot’s eyes were closed, wearing a pleased and relaxed expression on her face while she thrust her hips into his face, as if by instinct. Spitfire was much less patient and grit her teeth while practically humping the side of Soarin’s head, waiting for her turn. Soon enough Soarin switched and wrapped his lips around Spitfire’s member instead, but that only encouraged Spitfire to thrust her hips even harder. Back and forth he went, servicing each mare for ten seconds or so before switching.

When he looked back to Flash, he saw that things had very quickly escalated. Rainbow Dash’s tongue was no longer in his mouth; in fact, his head wasn’t even facing hers. Dash’s full attention was on his ass, which she was already pushing her full length inside. She had him bent over, his face directly in the crotch of Lightning Dust. Lightning took advantage of his more vulnerable state, grasping onto either side of his neck as she plowed into his throat. He gagged weakly as her cock ravaged his throat, his lips moping the mingled saliva from her member with each thrust.

Lastly, there was Dumb-Bell. He was the biggest stallion of the group, his brawn at one point earned him considerable praise from around the school. Compared to Applejack and Gilda, however, he looked like David against two sexy female Goliaths. They easily overpowered him, laying him out on his back and letting him have it. Gilda held his legs apart as she plowed down into his ass, while Applejack swabbed his throat, making it bulge obscenely with every deep thrust.

If his mouth wasn’t gagged, his jaw would be gaping right now. Never in a million years would he think to see his friends in such a debaucherous state. He had known them since he was a little colt, yet here they were, the sound of their muffled moans burning into his brain. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but a part of him felt oddly jealous. How long had his friends been getting used by these mares? he wondered as he surveyed the depravity. None of them certainly seemed to mind, their cocks bobbing and bounding about as they serviced the ladies attending them.

His attention was broken, however, as he felt something wet trickle down onto his chin. Looking up he saw that the source of the moisture was coming from none other than himself. In between his legs, he saw beads of moisture shining in the light as it dropped from his labia.

A-Am I getting turned on by this? he asked himself, dumbfounded that it was even a possibility. Frustration filled his body as he started to get fed up with this new equipment he was given. He seemed to have no control of it, sometimes acting as if it had a mind of its own. He decided that with nothing else to focus on he would look back to his friends, taking his attention away from his bothersome pussy.

When he watched his friends get speared, however, he thought there was something off about how the dickmares were using them. Call it intuition, but they’re going a bit… easier on them than he expected. From his experience on the receiving end, he knows they will go as hard as possible. They want to pound you into the ground, and make sure you remember the feeling the next morning.

He just wasn’t seeing that same level of ferocity in front of him. There was plenty of power behind their thrusts, of course. You’re gonna get that when you’re as strong as these mares are. However, rather than focussing on powering through the holes before them, they were going as fast as they possibly can. It’s almost as if they’re trying to push themselves to their climaxes as quickly as possible.

That’s when the reality of the situation finally sunk in. They couldn’t care less about dominating the three stallions they were fucking. They were a warm-up; they were a set of sex toys to help them reach their edge. An edge that he was waiting on the other side of. In the end, they were just pieces of equipment to help the futa mares reach their end goal of cumming inside him, and it was no longer a matter of if.

It was a matter of when.

Every minute that ticked by felt like an hour as Thunderlane’s breathing started to quicken. The sound of Ms. Sparkle saying ‘It’s only permanent if you get knocked up’ played over and over in his head as he tried one last time to break out of his bonds, but in the end, it was fruitless. There was no hope of him escaping his fate. He tried to calm his breath and ready himself for what was about to happen, but he knew he would never be fully ready. However, he knew whether he was ready or not, they would still come one by one and play their game.

His train of thought was broken as he saw Lightning Dust hilt herself inside Flash Sentry’s throat. After holding it inside for a few long seconds, she pulled her length all the way out, leaving Flash a heaving, coughing mess. Lightning then shuffled her way over to Thunderlane, jerking herself with her right hand the whole way there. This is it... Thunderlane thought to himself as she quickly closed the distance.

“Quick shooter, eh, Lightning?” Rainbow Dash teased, still pounding away at Flash Sentry’s ass at breakback speeds.

“S-shut the fuck up, Dash.” Lightning Dust spat back, enticing laughter from all the mares in the room.

After dealing with the teasing behind her, Lightning Dust directed her attention back to Thunderlane. For a brief moment, they locked eyes. The captor, and the prey. Thunderlane knew she could be his last chance of getting out of here, and getting his stallionhood back. Lightning, however, spat on that possibility before he could think about it long enough to get hopeful.

“Kiss ‘em for good luck, won’t ya?” she purred as she squatted over his face.

He felt the coarse, sweaty skin of her supple sack rub against his face as she toyed with him. He’s had to worship plenty of balls today, but this particular pair scared him more than all the ones before. They weren’t the biggest, and they weren’t the muskiest, but they were far more powerful. Ms. Sparkle was kind enough to make the balls before infertile, but she had no control over the sack before him. He knew that this was one of the six pairs of balls that would decide whether he could live his normal life as a stallion, or be changed forever into a mare.

Lightning Dust then lifted herself off of his face, leaving it damp with her musky ball sweat. She climbed up onto the bed and lined her member up with his soaked entrance. After a brief second of prodding, she was able to slide into his pussy with ease. He winced as she just kept pushing until he felt her tip scrape against his cervix. Thunderlane looked up in amazement to see the medial ring still remained out in the open, even with her tip poking his innermost barrier. Lightning then grabbed the last half foot of her cock still out in the open, and started feverishly stroking herself into him. Thunderlane panted as he felt her cock jostle around inside his tunnel with every stroke of her hand.

Thunderlane knew exactly what was going on above him, but he couldn’t look away. His eyes froze on the underside of the shaft, watching cautiously for any signs of its imminent release. All the while, her balls were swaying back and forth recklessly with each stroke of her hand. Having his face be this close to the action really made him think about what Rainbow Dash said at the start of all this. He very well could be seconds away from watching the conception of his child, a thought that only made his heart race faster.

Suddenly, Thunderlane could feel Lightning’s flared tip expand further against his cervix. The moment of truth was finally upon him. He saw her pumping hand reach another gear, moving fast enough to slightly blur in his vision. He could hear her breathing getting heavy as she finally reached her edge.

Then, for a moment, she stopped. She tightly gripped her cock right where it met with his pussy. For a brief second, everything was calm. But that was the calm before the storm. He saw her balls clench, heavily churning her thick seed. Immediately after, he saw the underside of her length visibly bulge out as it carried her seed down her length. Thunderlane gulped, tensing his body as he prepared for a tidal wave.

And a tidal wave it was.

She let out a loud, lustful groan as cum shot out her length, and directly into his womb. Just from that first spurt, he could feel how thick her cum was compared to the teachers from before. It’s as if the addition of sperm cells is enough to make cum go from a sticky liquid to a thick goo. The thickness of her cum was enough to make him feel full after only a couple of jets, yet rope after rope after rope of her baby batter continued to shoot out her tip into its designated destination.

A minute goes by, and finally the flood begins to subside. Lightning gave her shaft a final few pumps to ensure she was thoroughly milked dry before she stepped off the edge of the bed, letting gravity roughly pull her cock out of Thunderlane’s snatch. He winced as the length landed on his face, the softening member smacking him across the muzzle and slathering it in their combined juices. He felt his face sting as she left it there, slowly shrinking back into her sheath.

Thunderlane felt his mind grow cloudy as Lightning let her musk invade his nostrils. Being upside down for so long had also made more blood rush to his head, which didn’t help him much in that aspect. All he could think about was just how full he was. He had only taken one of their loads and his womb already felt bloated.

He looked past the cock on his face to his pussy, and was amazed to find that not a drop of seed was leaking out. With the size of the load, he would’ve expected at least a little of it to escape. Looks like Dash’s plan worked, being upside down did make his womb like an inescapable cum balloon! Knowing that, however, made him anxious. Just how much cum would he be able to take in this position?

Before he could dwell on that for too long, however, he felt Lightning Dust pick her half-flaccid cock up off his face and started wiping the rest of the excess juices off on his cheeks. He felt his fur stick to his face as she used it as a simple cum rag.

“Hope you like child support, bitch. ‘Cause that’s the closest thing you’re gonna get to a dad outta me!” she cackled, letting those harsh words sink in as she walked away.

With Lightning Dust gone, Thunderlane felt he had a moment to relax. He let his head hang back and took a couple deep breaths. Hopefully, he could clear his head a little bit before the next mare walked over. When he looked back, however, he saw that he had no such time to relax.

He watched as Gilda sauntered over in his direction, her massive talons grabbing her strange looking cock. Her cock was smaller than the other mares in the room, but that didn’t mean her cock wasn’t absolutely massive. She was packing easily over a foot of griffon meat, with a weird, mushroom-like tip at the end. He also couldn’t help but notice the tuft she had running along the underside of her ballsack. He mentally chuckled as he thought of it like a little mohawk for her balls.

When she reached the bed, she didn’t waste her time teasing him like Lightning Dust did. She just got on the bed and lined herself up with his entrance like it was business as usual. That, however, is where the differences stopped. She quickly slid her length inside of him, only stopping when her mushroom tip reached the entrance of his womb. Then, with one hand, she began jerking the base of her cock still outside his wet cunt.

Thunderlane tried to hold back a moan as he felt Gilda’s rounded tip rub against his g-spot. He didn’t know why, but his whole body was slowly becoming more sensitive. Every slight touch was met with a shiver down his spine. He could feel her heartbeat through her shaft, which only further put his nerves on edge.

He didn’t have to wait long for the second load of cum to start flowing into him. There wasn’t as much warning to her impending orgasm, as he just found out her mushroom tip doesn’t expand like a horsecocks’. If he wasn’t flipped upside down and forced to look up at her clenching balls, he would’ve had no pretense before the jets of cum shot into her. He was slowly becoming a panting mess as he felt his womb expanding; stretching to make room for the high volume of cum making its way inside. He swore he could see his stomach ever-so-slightly distend as he was forced to take more and more.

After another minute, Thunderlane felt Gilda’s orgasm come to a grinding halt. she then stepped off the bed, and knelt down next to his face. He gulped as she leaned uncomfortably close, looking him straight in the eyes and giving him a cheeky smirk.

“You know, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna want me to be the dad. DNA tests are a pain in the ass, and it’ll be pretty obvious if I’m the dad!” Gilda joked, lightly slapping him on the cheek as she laughed her way out of his view.

As much as he wondered how Gilda knew about DNA tests, he couldn’t help but think about what the crossbreed between a pony and griffon would be. The outcome his brain came up with ended up being too silly to be real… He hoped. He didn’t know why, but that thought only made the fire in his marehood burn hotter.

Now that he thought about it, his insides were a lot hotter than they were a while ago. The pressure of all the semen packed in his womb made him feel all the heat radiating off it. It was almost like all the cum was brewing in his melting pot of a womb. He savored the warm, full feeling he had in his abdomen. He was so full, yet for some reason, he couldn’t shake this empty feeling he had at the same time.

Just as that thought popped into his head, he heard several pairs of footsteps heading in his direction. He lowered his head to look back, and found that all four of the remaining mares were all making their way over to him, leaving his friends all passed out in a pool of their own cum. He felt his heartbeat rise again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. Sure, he still felt anxious, but he felt himself slightly anticipating this. For some reason, he now wanted to see just how full these mares could make him.

The next one up on the bed was Fleetfoot. Sticking to the same formula as her friends before, she pushed her cock into his pussy, leaving just enough hanging out to jerk with. Thinking back, Thunderlane thought they were just joking when they came up with rules for this competition, but they’re taking those rules to heart. They’re trying to give every drop of spunk, every sperm cell an equal opportunity to fertilize him, and they felt stroking themselves into him was the best way to accomplish that.

When Fleetfoot’s orgasm hit, it was a lot harder to feel that the two before. While her flaring head was very distinct, her cum was becoming harder to notice with how full his stomach was becoming. The most he could feel was the heat radiating off each rope of cum shot into him, and the stretching of his womb to make room for it. As it started to subside a minute later, he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. He didn't know why, but he was starting to get an urge for more.

Having no further use for him, she quickly pulled out of his cunt and hopped off the bed, quickly walking out of his view. There was no emotion; no passion or finesce could be found in any of her actions. She just gracelessly dumped her seed inside of him, and walked away. For Thunderlane, that action spoke volumes about what he was to these mares. He was nothing more than a cum receptacle; a hole for them to dump their seed into, and nothing more.

No more than a second passed before he could see Applejack’s figure make its way into his line of sight. She didn’t stay in his sight for long, however, as droplets of sweat cascading on his face temporarily forced his eyes closed. Her practice today couldn’t have been the only reason she was this sweaty, she really broke a sweat on Dumb-Bell! He felt her sweat run down his face, marking him with her scent as she pushes herself into his folds.

He feels her sweat roll off his face, only to be replaced by more coming off her swinging orbs. He wasn’t going to be able to wipe it off from over his eyes with his arms bound, so he was rendered temporarily blind. Because of that, he was forced to rely on his other senses as they were ambushed on all fronts. His nose was assaulted by the heavy musk painting his face and the underside of Applejack’s balls. His ears were filled with the wet slapping and heavy panting as the mares all masturbate around him. Most of all, his nerves were on fire as each throb of the cock inside him put him closer to his own edge.

The gag in his mouth was the only thing keeping him from screaming as he felt her tip flare out hard as it shot out its load. All his muscles tensed around her cock, milking her for every drop she had. Every pump of seed he took only served to further turn his brain into mush; a putty for the mares around him to mold into whatever they wish. He had no control, yet he was in absolute bliss.

“Would you hurry up? I’m about to burst!” He faintly heard Spitfire whine.

“F-fuckin’ hold yer horses!” Applejack groaned, her orgasm adding a little bit of spice to her country tongue.

When Applejack’s load finally came dribbling to a stop, she quickly pulled out and hopped off the bed, allowing who he could only assume to be Spitfire to hop on mere seconds later. Of all the ponies, her motions were the most hurried and careless, taking no regard for his comfort as she forced herself inside him. He winced as her girth roughly scraped against his cavern. Then, to his surprise, he felt her head expand almost as soon as she pushed herself in. He should’ve expected this, knowing just how long she must’ve been edging herself for this. Building herself up as long as she did had done a number on her stamina, and she was more than ready to blow.

Spitfire let out a loud, angry moan as she came prematurely, unleashing yet another torrent of seed directly into his womb. Thunderlane could feel the pressure inside him become almost too much to handle as she added more to the melting pot. He still couldn’t quite open his eyes yet, but he knew with how much he could feel his womb stretching, it had to be noticeable at this point. As far as he could tell not a single drop of cum had been spilled, so he had to be swelling at least a little bit.

“Aaaaaah~” Spitfire let out a satisfied sigh as she came down from her high, clearly relieved to not be as pent up. Having no further use for Thunderlane, she pulled out and joined the others. For a moment, nothing happened. Thunderlane became curious as he heard shuffling around him. He wished he could open his eyes and look around at what they were doing but he knew the moment he opened them, sweat would burn them shut again.

That’s when he felt a piece of cloth get pressed against his face. He was surprised at first, but after he felt it get rubbed into his fur, he knew they were just using it to dry his face. The soft cloth wiped his face of all the juices it had collected up to this point in such a compromising position. It’s unlikely it would wipe away the smell, but at least it wouldn’t matt down his fur. Plus, with the area around his eyes now dry, he could now open them worry free.

It took a moment for his eyes to re-adjust to the light after the towel was lifted, but when he did, one thing filled his view: Rainbow Dash’s snide grin.

“Remember what I said earlier, slut? We wanted to give you a perfect view of when your baby is made! You can’t have your eyes closed for this!” Dash joked, clearly trying to tease him further. “Now, I want you to watch closely. This is gonna be the biggest moment of your life!”

Thunderlane watched intently as Rainbow dash stepped onto the foot of the bed, the 6th and final cock lining up with his entrance. He saw her cyan cock push its way into his depths, taking note of every vein that disappeared inside him. As soon as the cock bumped against his cervix, she brought her left hand up to her cock to stroke the base, making her balls bounce tantalizingly close to his face. He wanted desperately to reach up just a little bit and take one of those big, juicy orbs in his mouth, but alas, they were just out of reach. His mouth watered around his gag as his binds held him less than a foot away from his prize.

However, it wasn’t the balls themselves that were his prize, its what was inside them. Tens of millions of sperm cells swam around in her sack, all eagerly awaiting their moment to escape. They prepare to fight the many liters of cum already swirling around inside him for the chance to fertilize whatever egg they find. He had completely forgotten why he was so afraid of this before. He wanted to feel all their warm cum sloshing around inside him.

He wanted them to make him a mama.

He saw Dash’s hand stop moving as he felt her fat cock head flare deep inside him. He saw her balls clench repeatedly above his head, preparing her cum for its departure. However, that was just one part of her body he saw tense up. There were muscles he barely knew about flexing above him as Dash tensed up, her body preparing for the massive load she was about to release.

That’s when the underside of Dash’s cock bulged out, letting the biggest load yet travel down her length.

He felt it shoot out of her tip like a cannon, slicing through all the thick cum inside her womb and bouncing off the other side. He threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning as loud as he could at the euphoric feeling. He clamped his walls down tightly around the shaft, trying desperately to milk her of every drop she had. His tightened walls could feel every throb of her cock in greater detail. He swore he could almost feel every rope of seed traveling down her length as her cock continued to throb.

But, of course, all good things must come to an end at some point. After a couple of minutes, Rainbow’s balls, just like all the balls before her, were spent. As she started to pull out, Thunderlane’s own belly had his full attention. His eyes went wide as he saw just how stretched it was. It looked like he was two months pregnant! He could only watch in awe, amazed by how full he was from just six mares. A dozen stallions could only dream of getting somepony this full!

Your belly will look just as big in another 2 months. he thought to himself. That thought made a shiver go down his spine.

Suddenly, he felt something wet trickle down in between his legs. Looking up further, he saw exactly what it was. Shining through her labia was a rather large glob of cum. Thick and viscous, it crawled its way out to the open air. He marveled at the drop as it descended from its depths, wondering whose DNA was inside. Hell, that drop of cum could belong to any mixture of the six mares who relieved themselves inside him. He could only wonder as it continued so fall.

After a short while, he realized the dribble would land directly over his covered mouth. As he realized that, he saw Dash’s blue hand obscure his view as it pulled the gag out of his mouth. He panted heavily, finally able to get some fresh air with her muske sock out of range. Even while he was panting, his eyes followed the drop’s descent. It moved slower than molasses, continuing to fall while barely hanging onto his tunnel by a thread. As it started to fall closer and closer to his face, he thought about the salty-yet-sweet flavor he would be graced with. He held his tongue out, ready to take the treat he knew he deserved.

Before it could land on his tongue, however, he saw the same cyan hand from before block it. Dash caught the drop with two fingers and lifted it away, leaving Thunderlane whimpering in disappointment. That disappointment quickly turned to surprise, however, as she brought it up to what was in her other hand. She was holding onto an absolutely massive buttplug, at least a half foot long and a couple inches thicker than all the cocks he had taken at its base. He saw her take the glob of cum on her fingers and smear it all around the surface of the sex toy, likely trying to lube it up.

When she felt satisfied with her handiwork, she lined it up to the entrance of his pussy. After a little bit of effort, the plug began to ease its way inside him. He winced as the plug started getting closer to its thicker base, stretching him further than he’s ever been stretched before. It took a decent amount of effort, but eventually, Dash finally pushed the base past his resistance, forcing a yelp out of his mouth. He watched as his labia closed around the thin part between the base of the toy and the grip, locking the plug inside him.

“We can’t waste a single drop, remember?” Rainbow Dash chuckled, patting him on the head. She then backed up with the rest of the line of dickmares, and admired their handiwork.

“Now all we gotta do is let that plug stay in overnight, and the bun should start baking!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed.

“Yeah, if she doesn’t get pregnant from this, then this bitch is sterile!” Lightning Dust joked, getting a chuckle out of a couple of them.

“Yeah, this game was fun an’ all, but can we let her loose? She didn’ even get t’ finish cleanin’ me earlier.” Applejack coaxed impatiently.

"I've got something for her to clean too..." Fleetfoot purred, stroking her wet cock for emphasis, a fresh bead of precum already leaking out.

"And I think I'll have a round with her other hole" Gilda said, licking her beak and eyeing Thunderlane's tailhole predatorily.

"Same here, I'm nowhere near done with this bitch!" Spitfire declared.

Thunderlane gulped. Maybe he wasn't going to get any sleep after all...